Dear Dream Diary,
I had the nightmare again last night. I was wandering through the Santa Royale Forbidden Jungle of Fear. I was filled with such emptiness and blackness. I leaned against something to steady myself, and I nearly swooned when I discovered I was leaning against a casket! I opened it, and inside was my Identity, dead as a door nail and laughing at me. I began to run. Time moved so slowly that the Santa Royale Glacier caught up with me from behind. But that's not the worst part: Mary Worth was there, and she kept trying to convince me that I was married to an old, fat, pompous man with a chin beard. Then I woke up, and it was true! Oh, save me dream diary, save me!